[Chorus]   Peelo    Gutter ka pani peelo   Kabhi na kabhi to peelo   Me hoon hero tu hai zero      [Rapverse1 (Waqas)]      Don't even go there kid you know I'm out of your damn reach   Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach   And when all systems fail you return to the beats    But got nothing to say, the chosen one for defeat   And I spot you in the crowd while I flash in the spotlight   How you wish you could be more like me and bust over beats tight   And reach out to these kids 'cause when I speak you know they listen   I paid the king a visit now he delivers pizza in prison   You said I was bizarre don't watch stars mob floors   You see I was hardcore if you gave me less I made it more   But fuck that one love baby let's hit for that cheddar    Basically we the same I just make it look better       [Chorus]      [Rapverse2 (Lenny)]      Toma del arroyo de los celos, perros   Te lo digo en la lengua de mi amigo, peelo   Te duele toda rima que yo escribo, y sigo   Siendo en estos montes yo el mero, mero   Hijo de la gran p***   Un momento, respeto a la madre tuya   Porque eres tu quien es la puta   Pobrecito toma mi rima y mis contratos   Quieres estar en mis zapatos   En la supuesta rampa de la fama   No vendas la carne antes mata la vaca   No estas listo nino   Para una guerra verbal   Es a mi al que siempre te van a comparar      [Translation:]      Drink of the rivulet of jealousy, dogs   Now I'll say it in his native tongue, peelo   You hurting by every single rhyme I write, and I keep   Been in this countryside the fucking one   Son of a b****   Hold it!! Respect to your mama   Coz it is you who's the bitch   Poor little thing, here you have my rhyme and my contracts   You want to be in my shoes   In the so-called spotlight   You know you can't sell the meat before killing the cow   You ain't ready kid   To a verbal war   It will always be me who you gonna be compare to      [Chorus]      [Rapverse3 (Isam)]      You claim that I'm a mammas boy   'cause I don't smoke or drink alcohol   She claims that I'm criminal like last weeks thief at the mall   Some say I don't sound like hip hop suppose to sound    Ain't got no L.A, N.Y, Dirty South type of sound   That's what I'm trying say   I was born and raised here   Let the Source Magazine cross the sea and represent here   Tell them how we felt the day Pac got shot   While they were screaming pour some liquor   We prayed all night in the mosque   Tell them how best "pop of the year" is "rap of the year"   Fuck being nominated 6 times give me "rock the year"   Ask Jay-B, he'll tell ya, no stormy weather   Not even the ugliest typhoon could ruin this set up    I was laughing, TZZZ!!! All the way to the bank   Changed the whole game based on a pop album prank   Hell next year for the fun of it   We do it again, again and again   2000 and 3, 4, 10